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Mar 2018
What if I told you
I was going to **** myself?
Would you think it true
Or leave it on the shelf?
You always say you care
But what did you mean?
You are never there
When I start to lean
To begin my collapse
Without your stabilizing kindess
While she saps
Away my happiness
Nicholas Fonte
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Nicholas Fonte
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